haiku
by rcribay
a cold breeze
rustles new oak leaves:
from somewhere the scent of lilacs.
I am walking bare foot
Over chalky concrete
Then it happens-
An unexpected downpour
Blogs, millions of them
Pelt down
You’re by the post office
I can see you
Standing there, brooding
Peeling off my soppy jacket
The blogs, frenzied
Drench my shirt underneath
I’m getting closer though
Not far now,
Maybe a football field
But then the clouds smirk
And down plunge the
Social networking sites
Nothing stays dry
They’re loaded, malicious
Each drop a smack on the head
Crisp leaves soak them up
Soak me up
I’m half way to swimming
A few feet ahead of me,
Vague text messages
Hit the pavement like bullets
A few feet ahead of you
A white wall of water hangs
Dancing like a drying sheet
Smacking shards and droplets
Away from my face
I look out, searching
You’re gone, walked inside
Posting something?
In transit
And I’m there
Sewer rat, dripping
Typetitypetype.
